"Well, he killed a guy with his hands in the hallway," the other policeman said.
"Yeah, I know," Daddy Cool replied. He didn't have to see the body to know. He had seen Ronald's car, and had put two and two together. As he got up and straightened out his hurting knees from the concrete, he wondered how his daughter would take this. More than likely she would end up holding me responsible, Daddy Cool reflected.
"Say, we'd like to get a statement from you," one of the policemen said.
"From me?" Daddy Cool answered sharply, then laughed. "Hell, man, I'm not the one who shot him. See your partner there," he stated as he saw his daughter come out of the doorway.
She was staring straight ahead. Her eyes came to rest on his face, and she never looked away. Oh shit, Daddy Cool said to himself as he waited for her. It's like I thought. She thinks I'm responsible for this shit! He had to smile as he watched her close the distance between them. She's so much like I used to be, he thought as he looked at her with pride.
When her hand went under her jacket and she came out with the knife, he smiled again. He had known she would come up with it before she revealed it. The movement had been smooth and easy. He took pride in her experience.
I wonder if I could beat her from here, he reflected as he watched her hand go back. In a detached way, it seemed as if she was doing it to someone else, and he was on a stage watching. If she kills me straight out, he reflected in his last seconds, she'll end up facing a first-degree murder charge.
With that thought in mind, he decided to make his move. Not to hurt her, but only to protect her from the long arm of the law. He knew he still had three of his own weapons on him.
"You're wrong, Janet," he screamed loudly, then made his move. She had too much of a head start though, and he knew it. She was good, but he believed that it would have been easy for him to take her. He flipped the knife from out of his shoulder rig, but it was too late.
Already death was winging its way through the air. He didn't try to dodge the knife throw. He just hoped the police saw it as self-defense for his girl. She would need all the help she could get. But instead of throwing the knife, he held it in his hand.
At the last instant, he knew he would have had plenty of time to get his toss off.
If he had really wanted to.
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